like indians in praise.
Soothing and pleasing to the eye.
Captivating and romantic.
The clapping from the sea is
joined by the rustling of the leaves.
They take me to where I want to be, they calm the waters that reside within me.
Still waters is what I am.
I cant help but join in the joyous dance.
Ease my mind, place my soul at peace.
Embrace the breeze and
bend but don’t break, this is me.
By Tracey Lee Bates